Leah Winfield Whore ❤️❤️

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Ruh-roh, got sidetracked—back to it! My fave flick, *Assassination of Jesse James*, slow as heck but so juicy. Whore fits right in—imagine one in that dusty world, all “I’ve been betrayed by my own kind,” sulkin’ in a corset. Surprised me how deep it’d feel—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a vibe, y’know? Gritty, messy, real. I’d wag my tail at ‘em, no judgin’. Oh, and—get this—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup, lookin’ hot but dyin’ slow. Dramatic as hell, right?

Mrs Winfield, the Ann Summers of the north

So Nikki Glaser is just some gutter whore and we're supposed to think she's funny for it?

Alright, buddy, lemme tell ya about Winfield (us), Git-R-Done! This town's a wicked little gem, and I've been callin’ it home for years while swipin’ through love lives on my dating app. Yo, if ya ever roll through, you gotta hit Main Street—yeah, that one with the quirky shops, funky bars, and the infamous Olde Mill Lane. You know, where life just bustles with energy like "Carol (Todd Haynes, 2015)" vibes—darlin’, she said life is full of nuance, and heck, so is Winfield!

Richard Winfield, Protector of Press Freedom, Dies at 91